Snow Day!
Who: Count D and Open
Where: Main Street
When: After breakfast, Jan. 28, 2011
What: Walking the....goat?
Rating: PG
Status: Open
'This is humiliating.'
For a town like Aternaville, the sight couldn't be counted as too strange: a tall Asian man bundled in a heavy purple wool cape and caplet, tied in the front with a ludiciously large black ribbon....walking a calf-high, muzzled, neon orange goat down a snowy sidewalk. Every few feet the goat would huff, sigh, and collaspe melodramatically into the snow. Sometimes the flop into the snow would be accompanied by a staring match as man and goat held a quiet battle of wills.
"If you didn't insist on nipping at the heels of everyone we passed this really wouldn't be a problem." Count D snapped, giving a lead a solid tug in hopes to coax the goat from his spot in the snow.
'Is it my fault humans smell and taste so good after the holidays? They're all working out, getting leaner, more tender...'
"And that is quite enough of that, T-chan. Now up."
T-chan stood, took two crunching steps forward before tottering over again with a loud ha-rumph! Groaning, D smoothed his cape beneath him and sat on a nearby bench, allowing his guard-goat to sulk. Usually T-chan and the rest of the animals didn't go this stir crazy during hard winters, but it had been a harder one than they'd had in a while. Living in San Fransisco for so long really had spoiled the creatures terribly and he was paying for it. He needed to get his mind off of it for a while, and it was more than welcoming to see even a vaguely familiar face coming out of the shop just across from where he sat.
Where: Main Street
When: After breakfast, Jan. 28, 2011
What: Walking the....goat?
Rating: PG
Status: Open
'This is humiliating.'
For a town like Aternaville, the sight couldn't be counted as too strange: a tall Asian man bundled in a heavy purple wool cape and caplet, tied in the front with a ludiciously large black ribbon....walking a calf-high, muzzled, neon orange goat down a snowy sidewalk. Every few feet the goat would huff, sigh, and collaspe melodramatically into the snow. Sometimes the flop into the snow would be accompanied by a staring match as man and goat held a quiet battle of wills.
"If you didn't insist on nipping at the heels of everyone we passed this really wouldn't be a problem." Count D snapped, giving a lead a solid tug in hopes to coax the goat from his spot in the snow.
'Is it my fault humans smell and taste so good after the holidays? They're all working out, getting leaner, more tender...'
"And that is quite enough of that, T-chan. Now up."
T-chan stood, took two crunching steps forward before tottering over again with a loud ha-rumph! Groaning, D smoothed his cape beneath him and sat on a nearby bench, allowing his guard-goat to sulk. Usually T-chan and the rest of the animals didn't go this stir crazy during hard winters, but it had been a harder one than they'd had in a while. Living in San Fransisco for so long really had spoiled the creatures terribly and he was paying for it. He needed to get his mind off of it for a while, and it was more than welcoming to see even a vaguely familiar face coming out of the shop just across from where he sat.